4 Things In The Room I Write in

We were asked to go into detail about 4 things in our room.

Four Things in my room


Chinese Paper laterns: They are pink and orange and green and pretty. Butterfly prints on the bottom, tassels, painted flower like symbols on the side. They seem like they could be cheap, but they are absolutely sweet. I think they are one of the best additions to my room, one of the best decisions I ever went with. They make my room different from others, they make my room special. They express my Asian side, they symbolize how I want to be delicate, beautiful, special, yet simple and something someone can’t live without.


Tsunami closet: Ah, it’s overwhelming. Things just spilling out, no rhyme or reason. too much work to deal with and the fact that it’ll be the same way in a day or two just makes it unnecessary to deal with. I have too many clothes but at the same time I don’t think I look good in any of it. Most of the clothes are on the floor and my poor closet looks raped. I hope that one day I’ll have a closet that likes to be my closet. I think this one hates me.


Pink Rose: I feel it symbolizes a change. It represents a relationship that is special and different from everyone else’s. This pink rose means a lot to me, more than a dozen red ones. Pink is my favorite color, and this rose is going to stay forever pink. I think it symbolizes a turning point in my relationship with Jared. It shows that we’ve changed, but we’re moving on together. It symbolizes hope for the future and struggles that we’ve overcome.


Diet Soda Cans: Diet soda, my drug. The substitute for “the real thing.” It keeps me in check, at bay, the calories off of me. They still leave a bitter taste in my mouth. The new splenda diet coke has a yellow stipe that makes it say “I am wonderful” and I agree. The Fresca can almost goes with my room, it’s a new design, hip and cool. Some of the cans are empty, some half full. The half full ones are a waste, I almost feel sorry for them for the minute they stopped being ice cold I stopped wanting to drink them. They are like those poor penguins who lose out to the cold.